Hella Swag

[Intro: xhulooo]
She think that I'm cool, she like my bag
When I need exotic, call the plug, he pull up fast (Yuh)
Pop out with it on me, BAIN up on my rag
Can’t get him, they get his homie
Brodie do 'em bad
Yeah they hit him where his fro-
(Is that DJ PHAT? Go ahead run that back)

[Verse 1: Yung Fazo]
Woah, Yo
Woah, Yo
Woah, Yo
Yuh, I peep all my sons
In the club, throwin' ones
I’m jump high, in my ones
They wan' fuck, she no fun
I get stupid high, I'm up
To get to the top, you gotta jump
Nobody finna tell you you the one
You gotta really know that you the one
I just copped some shoes
Jimmy choo, wait
In my feelings, think I got Balenciaga blues, aye
Everything I rock, straight from the store, this shit is nеw, aye
She said that I'm fly, got hella swag, woah
(This is a DJ PHAT еxclusive)
God I hate when I don't blow a bag, ooh
Called her up, why she keep calling back, ooh
She said that I'm fly, got hella swag, woah
She said that I'm fly, got hella swag, woah

[Verse 2: xhulooo]
She think that I'm cool, she like my bag
When I need exotic, call the plug, he pull up fast (Yuh)
Pop out with it on me, BAIN up on my rag
Can’t get him, they get his homie
Brodie do ’em bad
Yeah they hit him where his fro' be, right up in his cap
On my grind, like Tony, gettin’ to them racks
I walk in and then they know me, still be moving tact
He ain't nun' but a jabroni, and you know that's facts
Tell my bro, "I got your back"
Most these rappers counterfeit
I been goin’ super Saiyan, with the bread, I'm countin' it
You say you want motion, gotta get up, put the hours in
Wake up in the morning, to some work, I like the sound of it
Bro was getting too gone off the perky, he snapped out of it
You don't got no money, I suggest you go encounter it
I don't even do nun', yet I'm still the one she's sour with
How could I put up, if you gon' leave me when I'm floundering